Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Awake, oh Sleeper!

I once feared the ice.
. The cold and brittle that can surround a warm heart; snuff its flame.

I once feared the chill.
. The coolness of a cavalier attitude.

It was in this frozenness that I laid all my worries and fears about people. I layered and scattered them throughout the tundra.

I had once blazed so hot, that I can remember the magnitude of my fire... though ash now remains.

My heat was blue.

Sometimes, I wonder if that fire can reignite. Sometimes I wonder if I can stoke it.

Sometimes, I enjoy my ice castle as I sit here with my old foes...

Sometimes, I long to burn within.

Frozen suspension is an ambivilant torture beyond a pyre.